Why did the system take my request to take photos with a cosplayer seriously?

"Thank you, Mr. Yang. I'll need your help in the future."

"sit down."

Yang Sijie withdrew her hand and gestured for Hua Qing to sit down.

Hua Qing sat down next to Ding Heng, her back ramrod straight.

Yang Sijie pulled a document out of the folder and pushed it in front of Hua Qing.

Let me introduce the team to you first.

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a knock on the conference room door, and three people filed in.

The one leading the group was Sister Zeng.

"This is Zeng Min, you should have met her yesterday."

Yang Sijie explained, "Currently, she is both your and Longhe's agent."

Hua Qing stood up and bowed slightly: "Hello, Sister Zeng. Please take care of me in the future."

Sister Zeng gave a professional smile: "You're welcome, it's my pleasure."

Yang Sijie then pointed to the woman behind Sister Zeng.

He was in his early thirties, with regular features and a gentle smile.

"This is your executive agent, Zhou Xiao'ou. She'll be in charge of coordinating your daily schedule. You can tell her directly if you have any ideas or needs."

Hua Qing nodded to Zhou Xiaoou again.

Zhou Xiao'ou stepped forward and handed over her business card with both hands: "Miss Hua Qing, please guide me in the future."

Hua Qing took it and carefully put it away.

Finally, there was a girl in her mid-twenties, not very tall, with a round face.

"This is your assistant, Xiao He."

Yang Sijie introduced her, saying, "She just graduated not long ago, but she is meticulous and reliable. You can just ask her for anything."

Xiao He stepped forward and bowed: "Hello, Sister Hua Qing! My name is He Miao, you can just call me Xiao He!"

The other person was about the same age as her, but she called him "Sister Hua Qing" so politely that Hua Qing felt a little embarrassed, but she still responded politely.

"Hello, Xiao He."

After the group got to know each other, Yang Sijie gestured for them to sit down together.

"Hua Qing, I'll get straight to the point."

Yang Sijie opened the PPT: "I know that your focus is still on dancing right now, and you don't want to be disturbed by too many commercial activities. I understand and respect that."

But from today onwards, you are a signed artist. Even if you don't want too much exposure, you still need to gradually develop the self-awareness expected of a public figure.

For example, you should pay attention to your appearance when going out in the future. It doesn't mean you have to dress extravagantly, but at least you can't be too casual. You represent not only yourself, but also the company's brand.

Hua Qing nodded: "I understand."

"Take social media accounts for example. You already have a million followers, and that number will continue to grow. You don't need to actively promote them, but occasionally posting about your daily life or sharing behind-the-scenes footage from rehearsals to maintain a certain level of activity will also benefit you."

Yang Sijie added, "Of course, Zhou Xiaoou will help you plan all of this, so you don't need to worry too much. You just need to cooperate."

Hua Qing nodded again: "Okay."

"There's one more thing."

Yang Sijie said earnestly, "In the future, you might be asked to do interviews, appear on variety shows, and participate in events. I know you don't like these things, but appropriate exposure can help your career."

Think about it, what's the point of dancing perfectly if nobody knows? Art isn't about shutting yourself away and entertaining yourself; you need to let more people see you and recognize you before you can stand on a bigger stage.

"I will cooperate."

Hua Qing gave her a guarantee.

In her opinion, Ding Heng had gone to great lengths to arrange everything for her, so she should also show some appreciation.

"Don't worry, I won't give you any outrageous gigs. You're a dancer, not a pop star. Your core competitiveness is your professional skills, and we all know that."

Yang Sijie started flipping through the PowerPoint presentation: "This is the preliminary plan my team made for you. Take a look."

The first page outlines short-term goals: to participate in two or three dance-related variety shows in conjunction with parts of the Longhe concert, and to strive for a lead role in the next production at the National Centre for the Performing Arts.

The second page outlines the mid-term goals: a solo performance, collaboration with top domestic choreographers to create original works, and building a social media following of over ten million.

The third page outlines the long-term goal—to become a national first-class actor and compete for the lead role.

Hua Qing read through the pages one by one, feeling a mix of emotions.

In the past, she only had goals, not "plans," but now they are like a well-paved road waiting for her to move forward.

And the source of it all is Ding Heng.

Yang Sijie asked, "Is there a problem?"

Hua Qing shook her head: "No."

"That's good."

Yang Sijie shut down her computer: "Zhou Xiao'ou will handle the follow-up matters. Let me know if you need anything."

"Thank you, Mr. Yang."

Hua Qing stood up and bowed slightly to Yang Sijie.

Ding Heng glanced at his phone and stood up as well.

"Aunt Yang, I have to go now, I have something to do."

"Go."

Yang Sijie nodded to him, then turned her gaze back to Hua Qing.

"Hua Qing, do a good job."

"I will."

The two walked out of the conference room, and Ding Heng escorted Hua Qing to the corner of the corridor.

"You go back to your room first. I have something to take care of. I'll contact you later."

"Ah."

Hua Qing responded and stepped into the elevator.

same time.

Longhe finished the press conference and was preparing to return to his room.

Just as she reached the corner, a large hand suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"Well……!"

Before Longhe could react, he had already been pulled into the fire escape.

What are you doing!

Long He recognized the person who had come and raised his hand to strike.

Ding Heng released her wrist and raised his index finger to his lips.

"Shh, keep your voice down. There are reporters outside."

Long He instinctively covered his mouth, his eyes wide open.

A few seconds later, she slowly lowered her hand and questioned him in a low voice.

"What are you doing here? Weren't you with Hua Qing?"

"I just saw her off."

Ding Heng leaned against the wall, his posture languid.

What exactly did you do yesterday?

Longhe persisted: "How did you get into the press conference today?"

Ding Heng held up the pass: "I went to see your mother; she gave me this work pass!"

"Why do you want to see my mom?"

"Sign Hua Qing."

"You want my mom to sign Hua Qing's name?"

"What, you're not happy about it?"

"no……"

Long He scratched his head, his expression conflicted: "The entertainment industry is so complicated, is Hua Qing... suitable?"

"I didn't want her to get too involved in the entertainment industry."

Ding Heng calmly replied, "She needs a management company. Aunt Yang is an acquaintance, so I trust her. Besides, there's you, isn't there?"

Longhe thought about it and it seemed to make sense.

Since I work at the same company as Hua Qing, I can definitely help her out.

She pouted, and her tone suddenly became a little sour.

"Is this all you're here for?"

"And another thing..."

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow: "If she works in the same company as you in the future, and there happens to be some cooperation, I can use that as an excuse to come and see my brother, right?"

"At least you still have some conscience."

Long He snorted softly, raised his hand and lightly punched Ding Heng's chest, the force was not strong.

"What have you been doing for the past six months? I hardly ever reply to your messages."

What else can you do after going to university?

Ding Heng shrugged: "But you, every time I message you you you're always busy."

"There's no other way, I have to prepare for the concert."